Page 18 of Every Eligible Man

Cinder

The door slams shut behind us so hard a painting rattles off the wall.

I don't care. I'm too busy being pressed against the wood by three bodies, six hands already exploring, three mouths competing for my attention.

"Lock," Ash growls.

"On it," Wreck says, reaching past me to throw the bolt without breaking contact. His mouth finds my neck, teeth scraping down to my shoulder while his hands work at the laces of my bodice.

"Animals stay outside," Slade adds, voice muffled against my jaw.

From beyond the door comes a chorus of protests.

"But we're the wingmen."

"This is bullshit! We did the work!"

A goose honks indignantly.

"Outside," all three brothers say in unison.

A crow's voice drifts through the wood, dry as dust. "I'll keep them corralled. You have four hours and forty-seven minutes remaining. Try not to break anything important. Including her."

Then blessed silence.

Or as close to silence as we can get with three men stripping me like their lives depend on it.

My bodice gives way under Wreck's impatient fingers, breasts spilling free. Slade’s hands are immediately there, cupping, squeezing, thumbs rolling over my nipples until they tighten into aching points. Ash drops to his knees in front of me, massive shoulders forcing my thighs apart as he shoves my skirts up around my waist.

"No undergarments," he observes, face level with my soaked pussy. His voice is rough with approval. "Were you planning to get fucked tonight?"

"I was hoping," I gasp.

"Hoping's over."

He leans in and licks a broad stripe up my center, tongue flat and hungry.

My head slams back against the door. Slade catches it, cushioning the impact with his hand while his mouth finds mine, swallowing my moan. Wreck ducks down to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just hard enough to make me yelp.

"Fuck, oh gods."

Ash eats me like a man starved. No teasing, no buildup, just his tongue working my clit in tight circles while two thick fingers plunge inside, crooking against that spot that makes my vision white out.

My hands scramble for purchase. One fists in Slade's hair. The other grabs Wreck's shoulder hard enough to bruise.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die from pleasure in this antechamber and it's going to be worth it.

"She's tight," Ash says against my pussy, and the vibration makes me whimper. "Gonna have to work her open if she's taking all three of us."

All three.

My brain short-circuits at the implication.

"Let me help with that," Slade says, releasing my mouth and dropping down beside his brother. His fingers join Ash's, two more sliding in alongside, stretching me wider while Ash's tongue keeps working my clit.

Four fingers. Two mouths taking turns on my pussy.

I scream.